Western mass

I always forget how much I love my friends. I’m not a big telephone person, and get into routines of work, and writing, and work, where I forget that we can hop on a train, or bus, or rent a car, and be with people we love.

Last week, we went up to Boston for a day and night, to hang out with Jodut. Oh, there’s a whole post I need to write about the wedding-cake-making endeavor. Last time I was there, I was so busy making her practice cake, that I didn’t really get to visit. I wanted to just putter with her. Matt made his home-made enchiladas for dinner, we gossiped and caught up and watched _An Education_, and then slept in. Matt then made his home-made everything bagels, and then we walked to Harvard and around and about the river, and saw Pooh’s entrance (photo soon) and wendered our way home.

Actually, we wendered our way to Western MA, to stay with my brother- and sister-in-law, and niece for a few days. While there, Tom and his girlfriend came up to hang out with us. We visited the Book Mill, I got sunburnt on the first real sunny day of the year, and we marveled at tasty food, remembering old students, and future plans.

I re-fell in love with my niece, Matt and I talked into each night with Andrew and Lynette, and we grilled out twice in a row. Why are red peppers on the grill so, so delicious? I was eating them like candy.

I love walking around at no pace at all, with good people, and hearing three conversations at once. I love revisiting old and favorite connections, and sharing things. “You have to read this!” “Here, _taste_ this!” “We have to go there again!”

Nice tower photo. I like the vista from up on Poets Seat. I like the modest elevation, so you can see over the town, but you still feel close to it. You can watch baseball games at Beacon Field and see the cars drive up and down High Street.